Snippet #1256780

The crash was the first thing that brought May to realize that Brian wasn't sitting beside her in the driver's seat. She jerked sideways, toppling over to where he had just been sitting, and once their holding on for dear life as the car rolled several times before coming to a stop. She grunted as she fell from the seats and slammed to the roof of the car, which was resting on the ground. Around her she could hear screams and shouts, eruptions and blasts as car rammed into car, and buildings were torn apart by uncontrolled busses.

It took her several minutes to finally roll onto her back and let out a strangled, helpless cough. From a quick evaluation she could tell there wasn't anything broken, but her lip was busted and blood was trickling down her forehead from her scalp. Desprate now, May managed to drag herself from the car and rest on her knees, hands on her head as the world around her swam. Flames from her car burst at her right and she let out a weak yelp before dancing off to the side, wincing as several sparks licked at her exposed skin.

At least she was close to the hospital; May was an intern there for now, and her teacher, Dr. Kate, was expecting her today. Biting back against the tears she struggled across the road, which was now at a complete stop. Once at the front doors of the hospital she picked up her pace, eyes immediatly searching for Kate, wild. She was working double time to examine injured patients, looking over-stressed and just as helpless as the girl standing in the doorway.

"I can help treat the injured," she called, fumbling lamely through her pocket to find her badge, then attaching it to the collar of her shirt and heading to get gloves. May sank a little as she struggled to pull them on, but she grabbed the edge of the desk, refusing to give into the exhaustion and agony of her wounds. Licking her bleeding lip, she began to take aside the more serious patients, hoping she could at least do something.